Feng Ye leaned against the door, looking at Han Zhen with a smile on his lips.

At that time, various news about Feng Ye came. No one believed that Feng Ye was still alive. Only Han Zhen firmly believed that Feng Ye would never die.

However, when he really saw Feng Ye, he felt something else in his heart.

His lips moved, but he didn't know what to say, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

"Why, you don't recognize me anymore? Have I become handsome again?"

Han Zhen smiled slightly, walked slowly to Feng Ye, punched Feng Ye in the chest, punched and kicked him in return.

"You're damn good at hiding out and leaving all this mess to me. You're having a lot of fun being the hands-off shopkeeper, aren't you? Damn it!"

Naturally, Feng Ye would not wait to be beaten, so he kicked Han Zhen in the butt and shouted: "Damn it, don't hit your fucking nose and face, one punch is enough, you are addicted."

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"It's your grandma's, you fucking just leave and leave me here to suffer. Damn it, I have to get my capital back with interest today."

The two people were wrestling on the ground. It was really unimaginable to outsiders. Those who didn't know it would have thought how much hatred the two people had.

After a while, both of them were lying on the ground, panting. Their faces were covered in bruises and they looked very embarrassed.

"You boy, you came back at the right time. We started fighting with the Ziwen Kingdom and the Yutang Kingdom. I was unsure about this battle at first, but now that you are here, I am convinced."

Feng Ye stood up and patted the dirt on his body, and said: "I already knew on the way here that you are really good. In more than a year, you have completely destroyed the Ming Kingdom and the Black Water Kingdom."

Han Zhen smiled slightly, sighed and said: "It's nothing. The most important thing is that this battle is not easy to fight right now."

"Tell me, what's going on?" Feng Ye asked.

"The Yutang Kingdom is backed by Spirit Fire Wind and Thunder City, and behind the Ziwen Kingdom is the Qingyun Sect. In addition, we have just killed a group of people here, and there are not many people who can lead the troops to fight. Zi Wenlong and Yang Feiyun will serve as the west route.

Although the commander-in-chief of the army has not suffered a loss for the time being, the two of them will not be able to resist it for a long time. Qin Gong is stationed on the south road, so he is not too worried. Only the western front is really worrying. "

Feng Ye pondered for a while and then asked: "The two major forces didn't send experts to assassinate them?"

Han Zhen smiled slightly and said, "I've been here a few times, but I haven't gotten any advantage."

"I guess you used Danta's influence, otherwise it wouldn't be like your kid's style."

"Who makes us so weak now? It's easy to enjoy the shade under the big tree. Since there is a big tree like Danta here, how can we not make good use of it?"

Feng Ye smiled understandingly, Han Zhen was an expert in conspiracy, how could he let the Alchemy Tower Protector go in vain?

"How many martial tyrants do we have here now?"

"There are four Wu Ba and eight Wu Emperors. But they will not take the initiative and are only responsible for the safety here."

"This won't work. We have to let these old boys bleed some!"

"I knew you wouldn't let them go."

The two of them talked for a long time until late at night.

The next day, the battle report came from the Western Front. Unexpectedly, Han Zhen's words came true. Just after talking to Feng Ye yesterday, Zi Wenlong and Yang Feiyun were defeated miserably. There were less than 300,000 left in the 600,000-strong army!

The defense on the western front was almost completely collapsed.

When the news came, Han Zhen was shocked!

"You will be in charge here, and I will be in charge of the Western Front."

For the current plan, Feng Ye could only rush to the Western Front in person.

"That's all we can do. I wish you a speedy victory!"

Feng Ye nodded and set off immediately. He was alone and rushed to the Western Front!

At Feng Ye's current speed, it would only take three or four days to get to the Western Front.

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Zi Wenlong and Yang Feiyun were sitting on chairs, their bodies covered in blood, and their eyes looked tired.

In the battle not long ago, they were defeated so miserably that they did not dare to face the entire army and the eyes of the wounded!

They never expected that the other side would have an ambush. Before their army could deploy, they had already abandoned their armor and fled in defeat!

The roads were blocked by corpses, and hundreds of thousands of troops were completely defeated. This was something that had never happened before!

Blood flowed into rivers, broken arms were everywhere, corpses were pressing on corpses, and even the war horses could not move forward!

The armies of the Purple Pattern Kingdom are coming one after another. Looking around, the Purple Pattern Kingdom’s army is everywhere, and there is no place to escape!

The heartbreaking cries made people's hearts tremble. Not long ago, they were happily celebrating the victory, but in the blink of an eye, they had turned into cold corpses!

Zi Wenlong and Yang Feiyun were immediately confused. They didn't know how to lead troops in war, and they didn't know how to deal with this situation.

The army was defeated like a mountain. The two of them could not stop the defeated army at all. They were mixed in the army and had to be defeated!

Now, the two of them were sitting in the tent with sad faces, not knowing what to do!

Of the 600,000-strong army, there are now less than 300,000 left, and this has only been a few days!!

The victory in the previous battle came too easily, and it made the two of them think that fighting was just like that.

But I didn't expect that in just a few days, I would rush in and be completely defeated!

Only then did they realize that fighting was not that simple. They could lose so miserably, without even a chance to fight back!

Zi Wenlong stood up, punched the table and said: "No, we can't be defeated like this. Mr. Han has entrusted the Western Front to you and me, we can't be defeated by them like this!"

Yang Feiyun said coldly: "What do you want to do? Do you want those soldiers to die in vain?"

Zi Wenlong roared: "Then what do you think we should do? Sit here and wait to die?"

Yang Feiyun was also angry, pounded the table and shouted: "At least, we won't kill anyone!"

"Fuck you, I can't swallow this breath, I'm going to kill those bastards!"

Zi Wenlong walked out before he finished speaking. He wanted to fight the army of Zi Wen Kingdom! He didn't believe that he was raised by his parents and had two shoulders and one mouth, so he couldn't defeat Zi Wenlong.

Those bastards from Wen Kingdom.

"Give me some fucking time to calm down! Don't you still think you've been embarrassed enough? Do you want all those people under your command to die?" Yang Feiyun snorted angrily, and after breathing heavily for a long time, he said: "Shou

Here, at least we won’t die again, as long as people don’t die, we still have hope!”

"You are so damn afraid of death, you don't dare to go to me!"

Zi Wenlong couldn't listen at all. He kicked the chair away, opened the tent, and rushed out.

"Go back and sit down for me!"
Chapter completed!